A Wendy's induced coma last night brought me a morning of extreme thirst (who knew that a #6 was so freaking salty?) and memories of some whacked-out dreams. Some home-cooked fresh ingredients are what I need to snap out of this fast-food daze that is still ever-present...
Weekly Dinner Plan
Monday: Chicken parmesan, salad
Tuesday: Chicken burgers with garlic-rosemary mayo, salad
Wednesday: Beach night
Yes, this was ACTUALLY taken at the beach. That's the side of a cabana there. Gorgeous sunset!
Thursday: Orange-sesame pork chops with whole-wheat teriyaki noodles, salad
God, that's a long name.
The best part about repeating recipes is that I still have all the random ingredients sitting around- waiting to be used again.
Orange marmalade? Check.
Sesame oil? Got it.
Teriyaki sauce? It's in the fridge, just waiting for its second chance...
Friday: Out to dinner
Saturday: Chicken marengo, salad
Wait... should I be cooking on the night before my birthday?
This one may not actually transpire.
Sunday: My birthday! I'm officially “in my thirties.” I think I'm gonna throw up.
Happy birthday Mommy! (Now clean me up)